Never Forget

I was just 16-years-old on the day that changed the world forever.

I had just started my media course at college and was on the way to my aunt's house for dinner before my night class.

As I waited for the bus I popped into Debenhams and as I was browsing my phone rang. It was my friend Danielle who started telling me what she had just seen. I didn't understand the enormity of what had just happened. She mentioned 'Bin Laden' - I had no idea what that was.

As I arrived at my aunt's and saw the footage for myself it began to sink in.... I thought the world was ending.

At my English literature evening class that night we put Shakespeare to one side and watched the news and talked. It was nice to be with other people. Comforting. No one wanted to be alone. Everyone was scared. How had this happened?

In 2009 my parents took me to NYC. It was my first time and I fell in love immediately.

Mum and Dad had been three years previously and wanted to return to Ground Zero to see the progression made. I wasn't keen. 'what is the point?' I said.

But when I got there I realised.

We were taken on a tour by a woman who spoke passionately about that day.

As we walked she asked me questions - where I lived, how old I was.

'I'm 24,' I said. 'I'm working in Bristol.'

'My son is 24,' she said. 'He went to Bristol once with his rugby team. He loved it.'

At the end of the tour she spoke more about her son.

He died on September 11th. She witnessed the towers falling down. He was my age. So young.

She was so strong I broke down in tears.

Going to where the Twin Towers fell will stay with me forever and I am so glad I went to pay my respects.

RIP to all those that died on 9/11.

You will never be forgotten.

Amy x